Tungjatjeta

I carried my Versace bag, and Gucci Guilty perfume.
I met my friend on the jungle, a tribe that lived there for long.
Trying to impress him, I did wear my perfume.
Friendly he came to hug me. As soon as he smelled my perfume he made his way back.
- 'Huh what is this' He pointed at my neck.
-I do not like it'
I smiled, oh boy. And me, always in the wrong place, and time. If I met you at Sky Towers, in my city, Tirana, you would have adored me.